When twenty five year old me finished university a couple of years ago I honestly had no clue what do with the rest of my life. I kept myself afloat by serving drinks in a dive bar. I was more or less living from day to day while successfully avoiding to think too much about my future.

It went on like that for about a year. Until something live changing happened. A former workmate of mine – we served drinks and food on events a couple of years before – showed up in the bar I was serving drinks in. He placed himself onto a bar stool, he ordered an ice cold beer and then he began to talk with me. Like we were some old friends, or at least associates.

His doing took me by surprise. It took me a while to figure out who he was. But when my brain came up with the necessary information his behavior all of a sudden made sense. We were hanging out a lot back then. And we had many drinks together, so my memory of it was a little bit foggy.

He told me that he was working in a club. I immediately asked for the name of the place, but he wasn’t allowed to give me that information. So it probably was one of those fancy private invitation only clubs. As he kept on going, he told me that they were understaffed and over worked.

I decided to give it a try. I told him that I am not that happy working in a dive bar. That I just recently – it had been almost a year back then – had gotten my masters degree. And that I still had no real plan for the rest of my life. He listened, he nodded with his head and downed more than one drink while doing so. In the end, when I closed down the place he was pretty hammered. I called him a cab then I walked back home. Enjoying the sunrise while doing so.

To my surprise three days later I got a phone call. Someone introduced themselves as the owner of place called “No Pussy Allowed.” At first I was thinking that someone was playing a trick on me, or someone tried to scam some money out of me. So my tone might have been a little bit harsh in the beginning.

The person on the other end of the line ignored my behavior. She told me that about the man that came into my bar a few days ago. She told me that he was working for her. That he was serving drinks in her club. And that he told her about me.

My voice changed immediately when I realized that the person on the other end of the line didn’t want to rip me off. I excused myself. I told her that the man that was working for was pretty damn drunk on that day, so the possibility that he remembered anything about the conversation on the next, was close to zero. The female voice that came out of the speaker shared my opinion and accepted my excuse.

Then she made me an offer. She told me that she wanted to get to know me. She was thinking of hiring me for her place. She had, or better said she ordered someone to do some background checks on me and the results were promising.

It took me only a second to make decision. It was a positive one. I told her that I’d love to work in her club. That it was time for a change in my life. And that I’d be willing to take on other tasks except serving drinks. The owner was pleased with what I told her. Then we set up an appointment, wished each other an awesome day and the phone call was over.

About a week later, during broad daylight I jumped onto my bike and then I drove towards the address the gave me. It was a very unspectacular looking building. An old warehouse. One like many others in that district of town. The door, was huge, and there was a small doorbell next to it. With a very small sign on top: Ring here, to come in.

About a minute after I pressed the button the door opened. A huge about forty year old bouncer looked down on me, then he asked me inside. But I wasn’t really inside the club yet. I was standing inside a huge, totally boring and generic entry lobby wardrobe area. The bouncer greeted me in a very friendly way: “Glad you made it here on time. But for now, we have some paperwork to deal with.”

Then he handed me a pen and a two different contracts. He told me that I can sit down on a chair next to the door – the bouncers probably where sitting there when on duty and when there was nothing to do – and to read them all. To read them carefully. He also told me that we were in no hurry at all.

I took my time. I read those papers carefully. One was a standard non disclosure agreement with no date of expiration in it, the other one was about me stating that I was consenting to be here and to partake in some certain sexual actions. When I went through the sexual actions that I was consenting to be part off, my dick got rock hard.

After carefully reading everything – nope, I wasn’t consulting with a lawyer, because I had a degree in law – I signed on the dotted lines and took one copy each with me and handed the bouncer the remaining ones. His reaction onto it: “Thank you, now follow me.”

Then I finally got inside the place. I was blown away. It was huge. The main room, the main stage area was three floors high. And from there many corridors lead to other bars, to the restrooms, to some staff rooms, to some lounges, to some private rooms and even towards a game room filled with dart boards and billiard tables. The even had small food court. I was blown away by it.

We went into one of the many lounges. She was on her phone, having what sounded like a business call. A smile appeared on her face when she saw the bouncer and me coming in. She signaled us to sit down next to her. Then her phone had her attention again.

While sitting there checked out the room. Some strange looking box was hanging on one of the wall. There were two buttons on it, labeled condoms and lube. When the bouncer realized what I was looking at, he whispered the following into my ear: “If she hires you, you’ll figure out what this is about pretty damn soon.”

Inner me shrugged his shoulders, outside me looked elsewhere. A couple of minutes went by until the owner finally addressed me. She excused herself for letting me wait. She told me that the one calling just didn’t knew how to bring things to a point.

Then we formally introduced each other, we shook hands and then the interview kicked off. We talked about my previous work experience – I hadn’t sent them a CV, they figured it all out on their own – and my education. I answered every single one of her question as good as anyhow possible.

Once we were through my past, she told me something about the club, it’s history and what it all as about. The most important point of her lecture was the following thing: She told me that the name was program.

That there were no biological women allowed inside. That every woman that showed up had a dick and a pair of balls between her legs. They were either transgender, sissies or cross dressers. She genuinely asked me if I had a problem with that? I shook my head. A pleased expression appeared on her face: “Good. Let’s find out if you are telling the truth.”

I had no clue what to make out of her last words. How was she planing to find out if I had a problem with the people, with the things I mentioned above? Well, not too soon after I should get my answer.

But for now, the interview kept on going. The next thing was something that I was never ever asked in a job interview before: The owner asked me to undress myself. To strip naked. While the bouncer and her were watching. I hesitated for a few seconds, then I got out of my clothes. I did it totally voluntarily. I could have walked away at every moment.

It didn’t took long and I was naked. Both, the bouncer and the owner inspected every square inch of my body. In the end a “Not bad. Not bad at all” came out of the managers mouth. By the looks if it, I passed the inspection. Or at least I thought hat I did. Then the owner addressed me once more: “I fear we haven’t seen it all yet. Time to get you hard.”

While saying those words she unbuttoned her blazer. She was wearing a very conservative business outfit. Including a skirt that went beneath her knees and she wore her hair in a very conservative style.

When she began to unbutton her skirt, my dick began to get hard. Once her underwear – she was wearing some lingerie – got visible my dick was hard. Not rock hard, but hard. She smiled at him: “We can do better, I think.”

The bouncer sitting next to were I was standing, yes she made me stand up during her first inspection, seemed to enjoy the show to. He was licking his lips, he was staring at her boobs all the time.

Then she got up, she turned around and disposed of her skirt in a very sexy way. She shook her next to perfect ass for the two men watching. Now my dick was rock hard. My horny level was on the rise. I was licking my lips, I wanted to touch myself. But the moment I moved one of my hands towards my dick, the owner opened her mouth. It was as if she had eyes in the back of her head: “Don’t dare to touch yourself while watching me.”

I immediately pulled my hand back. A “yes ma’am” came out of the mouth a moment after she gave me her order. Hearing those two words probably put a satisfied smile on her face.

Then she turned herself around. And to my surprise, there were a pair of balls and a dick between her legs. I had to stare a little bit. Then I checked her out from tip to toe. She took notice of my doing: “Do you like what you see?”

I gave her an honest answer: “I love it.”

A pleased expression appeared on her face. Then she sat down on the sofa and then she opened her legs for: “Then down on your knees. Suck on it. Show me how much you love what you see.”

A shiver went through my body. Then I went closer to her, then I went on my knees and then my mouth was on her dick, on her balls. It was a first time for me. I just went for it. I took sucked on her dick, I sucked on her balls and to my surprise it didn’t took long until she was moaning out loud. She clearly enjoyed my doing.

Me sucking her off made my dick even harder. My dick was spitting out pre cum all the time. It all was just a huge turn on for me. Even the fact that the bouncer was sitting next to us and was watching me giving head to the owner.

After me eating her out for some, no I wasn’t able to bring her to an orgasm back then, she carefully grabbed my head and pulled me off her still limp dick. Then she made me look up to her. With a more than just satisfied expression on her face she stated the following: “Yes, you clearly have no problem when a woman is packing too. But there is one last thing left to check: How much do you cum?”

A smile appeared on my face: “I’d love to show you.”

Then she gave me the permission to relieve myself. But I should take my time. I should enjoy every second of my doing. A couple of seconds later my hand was going up and down on my rock hard dick. I gave me one gentle stroke after the other.

In the beginning I felt barely anything. My hand was barely touching my rock hard dick. But as time went by, as my hand went up and down my dick countless time, it began to feel good. Really good. I was moaning out loud while polishing my hard wood.

Then to make it all feel even better I squeezed my balls with my free hand. Gentle in the beginning, but with more and more pleasure the longer I was going down on myself. Now it all felt nothing but awesome. My eyes were running circles while I worked myself towards an orgasm.

I gave myself one stroke, one squeeze after the other. Slowly but steadily I came closer and closer towards an orgasm. My balls were already aching, fuck, I was gone. I was elsewhere when I saw that the owner was holding an empty glass in front of my rock hard pre cum spitting dick: “Cum in there. Cum now. Cum for me.”

And boom, I came. My whole body was shaking the moment my balls unloaded themselves. I nutted out a huge load. And the owner, she captured every last drop of it. After my balls were empty it took me some time to be myself again.

Once I was back inside my body, I saw that the owner was inspecting my cum. Again, a smile appeared on her face: “Not, bad, not bad.”

Then she handed the glass over to the bouncer. Without saying a single word he took it and my cum was inside his mouth. Then he swallowed my hole load: “The taste is okay too.”

The last thing really took me by surprise, but well, it just happened. Now that my cum was tested too, the job interview was more or less over. The owner allowed me to get dressed again while the bouncer helped her getting dressed again. Then we shook hands, and she told me that it looked more than just promising with me. She just had to set up the contracts, they will contact me again as soon as everything was ready for me to sign.

Then the bouncer escorted me out of the place. He wasn’t a very talkative men. But one thing came over his lips: “What you have been part off today is nothing compared to what is going in this place when it’s doors are open.”

When we arrived at the entry door, he opened it up for me, he wished me an awesome day and then the most bizarre, but also the best and hottest job interview I ever had was really over. Back at home, my imagination ran wild. What an awesome, what a crazy place to work at must that private club called “No Pussy Allowed” be.